Forgot to post this from yesterday...

Chronicles of Blake With The Gimpy Leg - Episode 4232:

(The following takes place between 7:50 and 8:00pm at a Burger King drive thru)

Alas, here it is I patiently waiting as a Blakie does. After a long hot Texas day, craving a cold salad with some friggin chicken. I pull up to a local Burger King, politely say hello to the young lad on the intercom...

Lad: Hello, welcome to BK, can I take your order?
Me: Hey, how's it goin? Yeah, don't y'all have a salad with like... apples and chicken? (I can't remember who had this but it was crack)
Lad: A whuaaat???

*NOTE: I'm not some crabby old man, but I was taught from an early age to sound professional when around a patron. So... this annoyed me right off that bat, so I shall now refer to him as "Scooter". Way to shoot for that $15 an hour Scooter.*

(continued...)
Me: A salad... apples and chicken?
Scooter: Uh... no.
Me: Okay... what kind of salads do you have? (their sign was horrendously organized, but we'll ignore that)
Scooter: Grilled or Crispy chicken.
Me: Grilled (mark my words, one day I will eat better)

*a few minutes later as I am waiting at the window*
Me: (waiting.... and waiting.... and........ waiting)

*Scooter is taking an odd amount of time to bust out a refrigerated salad, but during this time, a random co-worker pops her head out the window in a manner that I can only describe as a chicken.

She looks at me. I look at her. She turns her head and looks down the line of cars. Looks back at me.

...nothing happens, she just looks at me.

After a couple odd seconds, she then asks,
Girl: Did you get gas?
Me: Huh??
Girl: Did you just get gas?
Me: Yyyya...
Girl: Oh ok. *pops back inside, and then immediately hands me my salad.*

Special note:
1) My car does not smell like gas.
2) Emissions do not smell like gasoline.
3) Natural gas does not smell like gasoline.
4) and this might be important to know...

THEY ARE IN THE SAME !@#$%^&* PARKING LOT AS A BIG GAS STATION!!!!